A Magical Journey Starting at Hogwarts

Chapter 467 Book of Prophecy, the Worst Goalkeeper?

Due to the arrival of the Quidditch season, the teams of the four colleges have to take turns to conduct training.

This makes the class time of the 'Defense Association' very uncertain, but the prefects of each college are talented people and can always find a time when everyone is free and arrange for them to conduct Defense Against the Dark Arts training in a timely manner.

Over the past few weeks, many people have mastered the disarming spell, the obstacle spell, and even the crushing spell.

This made Aaron quite gratified. Although the training of these people was like children's play house in his eyes, as Umbridge said, their Defense Against the Dark Arts class did not have a systematic set of course materials. There are not many reliable Defense Against the Dark Arts professors, so this kind of progress is already commendable.

One night in late October, there was a thunderstorm in the sky.

After Aaron completed his teaching duties for one class, he rushed back to the common room without stopping.

Enter the dormitory, close the door, and then get into the secret room leading to the Shenming Palace.

In the dark secret passage, Aaron waved one hand, and a golden magic circle emerged.

Countless pale yellow light spots flew out from it and adhered to the wall, and the entire secret passage was suddenly illuminated as bright as day.

"We still need to get a batch of candles, otherwise the quality of lighting with light magic will fall off a cliff!" Aaron murmured, and Abe in his arms nodded in understanding.

As they approached the exit, one person and one dragon heard the melodious music.

The missing body is sitting in front of the piano playing rhapsody, and the passionate and progressive melody makes people's hearts surge.

"I'm in a good mood!"

"That's natural." The missing body slowly stood up, "I still know myself very well, and I believe you have almost made a choice."

"That's right!" Aaron said with a forced smile, and then opened the system's mall panel.

[Magic category:

@Misty Naraku (600 magic points, can put the opponent into sleep); @Cure (300 magic points, detoxify, heal, and clear abnormal conditions); @Psychic power (1000 magic points); @天Punishment (2000 magic points, relying on the resonance of one's own magic power with the magic power of the surroundings to create virtual life from items containing magic power); @Fire control (300 magic points)]

[Material type:

@Tentacles of the deep-sea octopus (5 magic points); @Seaweed (1 magic point); @Holy water (30 magic points, effective damage to demons); @Acromantula venom (10 Magic Points); @Bee Sting (1 Magic Point)]

[Item category:

@Razor Mask (2500 magic points, the wearer can summon the Blades of the Shadow Legion, Note: Collecting ten masks can control the Shadow Kingdom); @Firebolt (50 magic points); @Sheep Spell (1000 magic points); @Prophecy book (500 magic points, occasionally make effective predictions, but not necessarily what you need); @Big bowl of instant noodles (5 magic points, definitely not enough for one person) 】

Aaron set his sights on the 'Prophecy Book', then took a deep breath and chose to buy it.

The next moment, he held a book in his hand. It had a circular silver frame and a dark green cover with an old face that looked like it was made of tree bark.

"I knew it." The missing body smiled in anticipation, "Sure enough, I didn't choose sleep magic. I obviously saved 600 magic points."

"I struggled with it for more than ten days before making this decision." Aaron said sarcastically, "Misty Naraku is indeed good, but he can't deal with people who are stronger than me.

But a prophecy book is different. Even if it only gives a valuable prophecy, we will not lose. "

The missing body nodded noncommittally, "Open it and take a look?"

"That's what I meant." Aaron opened the prophecy book with strong curiosity, and then immediately became stunned, "This, this, this... is too bullying."

"What's wrong?" The missing body hurriedly came forward, and then showed the same expression, "This is... the wordless heavenly book? The kind worthy of the name?"

Aaron flipped through the whole book unbelievingly. There was not a single word in the whole book, and he almost cursed in anger.

"Could it be like Riddle's diary?" the missing body said doubtfully, "add a little ink and try it."

"That makes sense." Aaron snapped his fingers, and a shadow ninja respectfully handed over a bottle of black ink.

Aaron used a floating spell to extract a few drops of ink from the ink bottle, and carefully dropped it on the blank area.

Sure enough, the black ink was quickly absorbed without any change on the entire page.

Aaron and Missing Body breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that just drinking ink would at least prove that this was not a simple wordless book.

"Um..."

The prophecy book suddenly made a soft whisper, as if it had just woken up.

The two looked at each other, seemed to have thought of something, closed the book and looked at the face on the cover.

The mouth on the face was slightly moved, and the eyes had a touch of humanity.

"Prophecy? It's such a prophecy!" Aaron said with a strange expression.

"It feels like those portraits on the walls of Hogwarts, but they can move freely in the paintings and even visit other portraits. This book seems a little worse in comparison."

"I am much stronger than them." A vicissitudes of voice came from the prophecy book, "The two masters have no doubt about this."

"Interesting." Aaron raised his eyebrows, "How about you make a prophecy first to show us your ability."

"Ah this..."

"has a problem?"

"There is no problem with prophecies, but prophecies are random and may not be useful to the master."

"I know this." Aaron waved his hand impatiently, "I just want to know your abilities."

"Understood."

After a few seconds of silence, its expression became extremely solemn, and then it slowly spoke under the gaze of Aaron and the Missing Body, "The thunderstorm will clear up tomorrow."

Aaron blinked blankly, "That's it?"

"Is this a weather forecast?" the missing body said speechlessly, "but it can be considered something that will happen in the future."

"another one."

"It can't be done." The prophecy book said very calmly, "Under normal circumstances, there will only be one prophecy a day."

Aaron: ...

How did you say it so confidently?

"Uh...haha." Missing Body laughed awkwardly, "Why do you have so many blank pages?"

"Prophecies are made at random. If the owner happens to be away when the prophecy is made, just write down the date to view the prophecy on that day."

"It's quite particular." Aaron rolled his eyes, and then looked at the missing body, "Do you think it would be more appropriate for this book to be placed in the Shenming Palace?"

"I understand what you mean, but I'm not here for the elective courses on Muggle Studies and Runes. In case I miss an important prophecy..."

“It’s better than leaving it in the dormitory!

Furthermore, prophecies only talk about the future. As long as you pay a little attention every day, we will have enough preparation time even if there are important prophecies. "

The missing body was speechless, and then picked up the white wand and pointed it towards the front of the hall.

A rectangular groove appeared above the throne, and the prophecy book automatically flew into it, and then fell silent.

"Alas! On the dwarf's throne is the Arken gem, but on my throne is a book." The missing body said with some annoyance.

"Be content!" Aaron said, "The Arken gem has been melted into the sword embryo. In other words, there is nothing on the dwarf's throne."

The missing person curled his lips and sat silently reading the magic book sent by Jeans.

Aaron refreshed the vacant product column and spent thirty magic points to buy holy water, preparing to make a few bullets that could cause damage to demons.

...

November is coming quickly, and the temperature inside the castle plummets.

In order to resist the cold wind, many students wore scarves and fire dragon leather gloves.

Because Hogwarts held the Triwizard Tournament last year, the Quidditch match was not held, which made the first game of this season extremely lively.

The Gryffindor team's goalkeeper was replaced by Ron Weasley, and Slytherin also changed two batters. Crabbe and Goyle replaced the graduated Derek and Bol.

The game started, the two teams entered the arena, and thunderous applause broke out from the audience.

The Quaffle was frantically scrambled by the two teams, and the two teams fought back and forth.

But Ron, who was guarding the Gryffindor goal, was obviously out of shape. His face was pale, and a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead despite the howling cold wind.

He failed to defend several balls in a row, just like a puppet, giving away several points to Slytherin.

"Tsk, in this state...how did he pass the selection?" Aaron hesitated, and he seriously suspected that Harry had let him go to sea in order to take care of his best friend. It's not like he couldn't do such a thing.

"It's a little worse." Hermione, who was sitting next to her, pursed her lips. "Ron usually trains very hard. Maybe it was his first time on the field and he was too nervous in front of a huge crowd of people!"

"Is this a time to be nervous?" Aaron said speechlessly, and then changed the subject, "But it doesn't matter, who made me a Slytherin!"

Hermione smiled awkwardly, and then seemed to think of something, "There is something I want to talk to you about."

"Speak up if you have anything to say."

"That's right, D.A...."

"Wait." Aaron stopped her hurriedly and glanced at Umbridge sitting on the teacher's bench without any trace.

"It shouldn't be a problem this far away!"

“Past experience tells me that sailing with caution will last forever.

Besides, the other party is a complete villain. It’s not that I don’t believe in her character, but that she has no character at all. "Aaron said seriously, and then silently recited a spell to create a soundproof barrier.

"Okay, let's talk!"

“Everyone’s schedule is irregular and changes frequently.

So I thought of a simple way to notify members of the gathering time. "As she said that, Hermione took out a gold galleon and put it in Aaron's hand, "See what's the difference. "

"Fake." Aaron said without thinking.

Hermione's expression froze, "How did you see it? I've been doing this for a long time."

Aaron pointed to his eyes proudly and said meaningfully: "My eyes are different from yours."

Ya's eyes can see through illusions, and the traces of the transformation spell on this gold coin are too clear for him.

Even without the sub-eye, with his mastery of transformation, it would not be easy to tell the real from the fake.

"But most people can't see that at our age you are definitely a well-deserved genius."

"It depends on who you compare with!" Hermione pouted.

"It's just like there are people out there. You have to accept that there are people who are more powerful than you!" Aaron said with a smile, then looked at the gold Gallon in his hand, "So what have you thought of?"

"The number on the edge." Hermione raised her head proudly, "The number on the real galleons is a number, representing the goblin who minted the coin, but the number on the gold coins I made will change.

Each of us takes a gold coin. When you want to change the time, you can modify the number on this gold coin. The other gold coins will heat up and produce corresponding changes, so that everyone can notice. "

"It's considered a lot of painstaking work." Aaron gave her an appreciative look, then put the gold coin in her hand, "It's up to you to decide the time!"

"But...you are the teacher."

"I said before, I'm only responsible for the class, and I don't care about the rest." Aaron said confidently, "Hermione, you won't let me down, right?"

Hermione was stunned for a moment, her face flushed slightly, and she nodded nervously.

"This is for you." She took out another gold Galleons, "Don't let me notify the others then, you, the teacher, can't."

A sharp whistle sounded suddenly, followed by Jordan's voice, "Harry Potter stole the Golden Snitch, Gryffindor won."

Aaron looked towards the court, and Draco stood there in a daze, his face turning pale with anger.

He wanted to yell, but thinking that they were students under the same roof, he still resisted the urge.

"You saved Weasley's life, but you may not have this chance next time. After all, this is the first time I've seen such a poor goalkeeper."

"Don't worry, Ron will be Gryffindor's best goalkeeper." Harry said seriously.

"We'll see, let's go." Draco said coldly, and then left the field with Crabbe, Goyle and the Slytherin team.

"Performed well." Aaron breathed a sigh of relief, "I didn't disappoint."

"Harry is indeed Gryffindor's best Seeker." Hermione agreed.

"Uh... don't get me wrong, I'm not talking about him.

I'm talking about Draco, who finally got a hold of his temper. "

"What?"

“According to his previous temper, he would definitely be provocative if he lost the game, and he would not lose the team even if he lost the game.

But this time I just left after saying a few words, and the progress was quite obvious! "

Hermione reacted and felt a little incredible, "Maybe it's just a coincidence. I don't think Malfoy will change easily."

"Indeed not, but not necessarily." Aaron said meaningfully, "After all, Draco and Lucius are different, but this has nothing to do with you, so you don't have to worry about it."

Hermione:......

Gryffindor won the first game, and many people celebrated in the common room.

Ron was the only one with a painful look on his face, and even had the idea of ​​leaving the team. After all, his performance today made even him feel like an idiot.

Seeing his best friend's depressed look, Harry knew the reason and persuaded him earnestly for several hours before giving up the idea of ​​leaving the team.